As He Weeps To Wicked Birds Of

To Preach Of Peace And Brotherhood, Oh What Might Be The Cost? A Man He Did It Long Ago, And They Hung Him On A Cross.

Now All The Criminals In Their Suits And Ties Are Free To Drink Martinis And Watch The Sunrise

A Million Faces At My Feet But All I See Are Dark Eyes.

I Once Loved A Girl, Her Skin It Was Bronze With The Innocence Of A Lamb, She Was Gentle Like A Fawn I Courted Her Proudly But Now She Is Gone Gone As The Season She's Taken

When You Got Nothin' / You Got Nothin' To Lose.